Sophie Mina Novels & Stories

Alex is the grandson of the Sterling family. He's known to be an every woman's man and growing up, he had been trained by his grandmother in line to take over the Sterling Enterprise, the biggest company in the USA. After Alex's negative picture was leaked out, he was forced to get married before his grandmother's retirement to secure the presidential position. Not ready for a real marriage, Alex decided to go on a contracted marriage with his secretary, Emily. Little did Emily know that she would fall in love with the great Alexander, who, on the other hand, is only in love with Sophie, his first love from college. What happens when Emily gets pregnant with Alex after a one-night romance? Will Alex feel the same way as Emily towards him? Will the contract marriage eventually lead to a real marriage?

On the night of her wedding anniversary celebration, Emma Taylor caught her husband, Harry Smith, kissing his own assistant. In an instant, her world collapsed before hundreds of guests, her dignity shattered beyond repair. But amid the betrayal, James Walker appeared—Harry’s uncle: cold, stern, and a man who despised infidelity. He became Emma’s strength… and the very reason she found herself drawn into a forbidden feeling. While Harry drowned himself in Sophie’s arms, news of his affair spread like wildfire, dragging the prestigious Smith family name into ruin. Between heartbreak and forbidden love, can Emma find a new path for her life? Or will she once again be consumed by her past? A story of love born from the ashes of destruction.

Seavora City, Carmoria. Nathan Ziegler's side chick, Sophie, was melting down—again. He shoved the divorce papers at me. "Just sign. It's for show. Gotta keep her calm." I clutched my dress, gave a small nod, and signed. No fuss. No scene. As I turned to leave, one of his buddies snorted, "Joelle's way too obedient. Bet she'd fetch the divorce decree if you asked." Nathan lit a cigarette, smirking. "Wanna bet?" To them, I was still the silent pushover. The girl who'd cry in court but still do what she's told. Trade one paper for another—marriage for divorce. I stared at my phone. The message I'd received earlier: [Why don't you just marry me?] I typed back: [Okay.]

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

A King is incomplete without his Queen. Just as Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso is incomplete without his little, innocent girl. Ava Sophie Marcus. Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear. He's a second God. Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he's labelled, Death. He kills ruthlessly. He always got what he wants and no one is able to question or stop him. Even the government respects him, the FBI steer clear of him because everyone is under him. What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle, and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife? Will he have his way? The answer is, yes of course. without a fight, I might add. Join Ava on her rollercoaster journey of being the Mafia Don's wife.

" Go find your baby's father Sophie, I want no part of it!!!, It you I love Tana, I want you instead. Ryan turned to Tana and smooshing her passionately, No, no.....not after four long years with you Ryan....you cnt do this to me " Get rid of that, you cnt possibly have a in my house. " Aunt Susan said as soon as she found out I was pregnant. I wont kill my baby, I won't hurt this child. Never!!!! I rather go homeless, than have an abortion. After ten long years, she meets her baby's father. but now she had a billionaire husband. I will hit you where it would hurt Ryan, you will pay for the pain of ten long years.... A story of love, betrayal, revenge hurt and marriage. Watch out it unfolds......

I couldn’t cum ,not once in two years with him nor with someone. Then Sophie,my best friend….slid a card across the table. Dr. Vincent Kane. Specialist in women’s sexual dysfunction. The man who could fix what felt permanently broken. She didn’t mention he was her ex-husband Or that his “program” meant thirty locked days at his private estate. No sterile exam rooms. Just silk-draped suites, candlelit treatment spaces, and a discreet staff who vanished when he entered. In our first session he asked me to undress behind a screen and u did. When I stepped out in the thin robe, his gaze dragged down my body,slow, deliberate,before snapping back to my face. His throat worked. “Lie back,” he said, voice rougher than the day before. His gloved fingers parted with me for the exam. Clinical and professional until they lingered, circling my clit with the lightest pressure, testing responses I didn’t know I had. My hips jerked. A gasp tore from my throat. He froze, knuckles white on the table edge, breathing hard through his nose. He didn’t stop….Night after night the sessions grew bolder. His mouth replaced fingers, tongue stroking in slow, deliberate circles until my thighs shook and my back bowed off the massage table. When I finally shattered, clenching, crying out, soaking his chin, he pulled back, lips glistening, eyes black with something feral. He pinned my wrists above my head one evening, cock hard against my thigh through his trousers. “This is still therapy,” he growled, grinding once, twice. “Tell me to stop.” I arched into him instead, nails digging into his shoulders. My ex is threatening to leak photos, ruin us... Sophie keeps texting: How’s the retreat? He’s helping, right?

Dr. Elena Hart thought she had everything—an adoring husband, a thriving career, and a picture-perfect family. But when she discovers a single strand of blonde hair on Daniel’s scarf, her world begins to crack. Driven by a gnawing sense of betrayal, she spirals into a private investigation that reveals layers of deceit. Daniel is not only cheating with Sophie, but a circle of friends and colleagues have been hiding the truth from her. The deeper Elena digs, the more she uncovers—embezzlement, manipulation, and a carefully planned web meant to ruin her. As Elena loses her grip on her perfect life, she decides not to fall apart quietly. She begins her own game of seduction, revenge, and manipulation—entering a dangerous liaison with Lucas, and turning the tables on Daniel and Sophie. But revenge doesn’t come without consequences. As love, lust, and lies collide, Elena must decide how far she’s willing to go before she becomes the very thing she despises.

Seven years ago, Chloe Quinn vanished without a trace—leaving behind her name, her past, and the man who shattered her heart. Now she lives as Naomi Wells, a single mother whose only priority is her six-year-old daughter, Sophie. Her quiet world is built on secrets and survival—until one rainy afternoon at Cedars-Sinai Hospital brings her face-to-face with Dr. Peter Hayes, the man she once loved and the father Sophie has never met. He doesn’t recognize her. But she remembers everything—the laughter, the betrayal, the night his careless words destroyed her. As Peter begins to suspect the truth, old wounds reopen, and long-buried emotions resurface. The chemistry between them still burns, but so does the pain. Naomi must decide whether to keep protecting the fragile life she’s built—or face the man who unknowingly holds both her past and her future.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.